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-WRAPPED IN WINGS-Her face with joy lit desperately,
Her eyes a blue of sky and sea,
Fingertips so long and slim,
A gratitude so strong but thin.
A shy gaze she gave at me,
And shivered in her thoughts,
If only she'd let my touch to be,
To free her of her thoughts.
My lips would kiss her blissfully,
Yet skins don't touch of hers and me,
My arms around her tenderly,
Hold her but bodies apart and free.
A love so deep that hearts now beat,
Although apart they beat as one,
Her grace so smooth her face so sweet,
And all her joy as bright as sun.
She has the soul creators have,
Her fingers string a sound of love,
Her lips with taste of fruit and wi
-WHERE IS THE LIGHT THAT WAS?-Where is the smile of truth that was before?
Where is their light, I can't see it anymore.
Nought but shadows for they hide themselves.
Can't let go and truly live until they are hurt.
Will they perhaps but change when tears are shed?
Will they at last learn to live true once they have bled?
When will I see the love that was kindled at first,
Sparkle once again?
When will their eyes shine the light that was,
When will they understand?
-THE FALL OF CHAOS-Sprung from the hills of plane and stone
Giants of the mountains,
I see there in the meadows low
Hosts of many thousands.
Sprung from the woods of ageing spring
Below the mounds of snow,
I see beyond the river falls
Elvin banners unfold.
Sprung from the tides of heavy seas
Roaring boats of thunder,
I see them come to join with arms
Sending foes asunder.
Heroes and demons battle on
Far north south and east and west,
The planes will scorch from fire and burn
Until the night has set.
I see of light and deeds reborn
Within the newborn sun,
The time has come for smiths to forge
A thousand swords and one.
Let fall from chaos all
-MERRY BE-Merry be, the swift and slow, the gentle breeze of whistling trees, the gentle brush of leaves,
Merry be, the fair and white, the clad in robes those lined in gold, those that where of old,
Merry be, the sword of blade, smithed by legends that of past, a cut so sharp till now it last,
Merry be, the wives of men, their hearts so sweet they wait in awe, for husbands to come from deeds of war,
Merry be, the venturers, searching seeking to and fro, for treasures and truths to which they go,
Merry be, the finest breeze, on seas it calls and may near it bring, the voice of mermaids long to sing,
Merry be, the weary road, upon on which the man
-THERE LO-There lo do I see of the shadows,
Passing and swimming the tides of the sea.
There far how I know of the meadows,
Waiting to be found from eyes that wont see.
And though how I know of all the sorrow,
A tune that is deaf to ears that wont hear.
There lo how I see of the peril,
The mounts of the dead now covered by sea.
Deep from the heart of mortals and gods,
One song will play both from paupers and lords.
There lo do I see of sparrows,
Drifting and swiftly crossing the land.
There lo the song of the barrows,
Never to hear yet always I'll know.
And though my eyes are now but blinded,
I can see farther and clearer ashore.
-THE VENTURES OF MANY-In ghastly shadows of life and death;
we walk upon this world with a heavy breath.
To the sun we reach, the stars we shall follow;
and leave in our past all dread and our sorrow.
Warrior men of might and trust;
a weary blade, armour of rust.
To come to life, once wielded again;
by the strongest, wisest, warrior man.
'Follow young travellers', he would call;
'to treasures and hopes, I'll take you all.
But clean your soul, be sure to be;
for evil and ill, only lies in thee.
Beasts and dragons of which we slay;
the female hearts, that break in our way.
All to ashes and fall to dust;
sword and blade in which we trust.
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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